The Crossing: My Journey to the Shattered Heart of Syria

  '[...] she held out a hand above my head. "Do you swear by God that you'll tell the world what I have to say?" she                            asked. "I swear." "Swear by the thing you hold most dearly deep in your heart." I swore quietly, and as her palm came down on my head … Continue reading The Crossing: My Journey to the Shattered Heart of Syria